Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.